Welcome, winter wordsmiths!
Early birds, thanks for letting me know that Mr. Linky was misbehaving. He’s all fixed and ready for your links.
Jona and I met several years ago at the (now defunct) Gettysburg Review Conference for Writers. We were in a week-long workshop, studying with Sydney Wade. Magical.
Jona’s first collection of poetry is out. Said Through Glass won the 2018 Jean Feldman Poetry Prize and is available through Washington Writers Publishing House.
I selected one of the poems, “The Orange Speaks,” for Little Patuxent Review back in my editor days. But I’m sharing a seasonal poem today, filled with winter imagery to savor.
By Jona Colson
There is a promise in its lattice light,
its sway and spiral in white fury, falling
granular glint and glimmer, the way I’m brought
to the window following flakes in mid-flight.
There is a need to draw my name in its wet slate,
the terrible urge to disappear
into its folds, the slide and sunder of ice
and sphere, the hasty crush under heavy foot
as I raise it to my mouth—savor of sky,
of wood-fire, edged with anise and brume.
Published with permission of the author.
Jona says of this poem, “It’s not surprising that this poem started during a snowstorm. I remember walking to my window in DC and following the huge flakes down to the street. Writing the poem took me back to my childhood days in Maryland when snow was mystical and anticipated. The poem sat for years in my computer before I started to send it out; it took a long time for it to find its form.”
What are your favorite winter poems, or poems about snow? Let us know in the comments. Please use Mr. Linky and let us know where to find your Poetry Friday post.